Marvellous piece of poetry !

I encountered this in a movie called "Harold and Kumar-Escape from Guantanamo Bay". Kumar recites when his love was getting married to some idiot (He thinks like this way and not me). It suddenly changes the mood from comic to senti.....exactly at the right time !
Actually its written by David Feinberg.

I fear that I will always be
A lonely number like root three

The three is all that’s good and right
Why must my three keep out of sight
Beneath a vicious square root sign
I wish instead I were a nine

For nine could thwart this evil trick
with just some quick arithmetic

I know I’ll never see the sun
As 1.7321

Such is my reality
A sad irrationality

When hark! For what is this I see
Another square root of a three

Has quietly come waltzing by
Together now we multiply
To form a number we prefer
Rejoicing as an integer

We break free from our mortal bonds
And with a wave of magic wands
Our square root signs become unglued
The love for me has been renewed